Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.